Again



He shouts.I stare.

He snores.I'm awake.

Dawn.

I dust a suitcase. He appears, a leviathan looming over the closet.Kisses my pupils, pulls my hair into a ponytail.

Rivulets soak his beard.

 I slip.

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  1. I liked the image of his beard getting soaked. I wasn't sure what the relationship between the two is. What did you intend for it to be?

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  2. I, too, am uncertain of the relationship here, but I liked the outside looking in view of the scene.

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